Need a hundred lifetimes kinda love
Flora always answers with full force. She rises to meet him rather than waiting, draws the moment out instead of letting it end, and she returns every breathless intensity he gives her so that he's never emptied by loving her. It's part of why he adores her so tremendously. Only with her has he ever felt so certain that he's exactly the right amount, and though he fights worries about not being enough sometimes because she deserves it all, he has never been afraid he could be too much for her. She reminds him exactly why in these moments, firming his confidence because everything she does is just as large, deep, and rich with intensity. It's utterly impossible to keep his heart from running away with love for her, not that he's ever tried again, not since the moment he declared it for her.
Cold seeps in with cruelty the moment he loses the soft press of her lips, but the rest of them fights it off as they remain wound and sunken into each other's space, exactly where they're meant to be. His arm is still curled around her side, and his grip tightens faintly, a pulse of agreement, as her words settle behind the brush of her fingers. "Even the bad days, the sad days, and the boring days," he murmurs, the list an agreement not a question. Every moment, every part of life, he wants her there. That truth is one he's already come to realize, but it strengthens daily. It's why he's never once questioned the speed with which he intends to put a ring on her hand, or why he's already got one tucked away, made just for her. "All of it. Together." The unrelenting smile he wears winks into his eyes with a shine that seems to have little to do with the electric skies and everything to do with the woman before him. "Ditto," he breathes around the faintest laugh. He feels like he might float away at any moment, the champagne celebration of being so wholly loved by her bubbling up inside him. It escapes as pops of grins and chuckles, or a fizz of touch, unable to hold onto it when all the space he's got has been filled to the brim with pure joy.
Fortunately (?) Spice provides a grounding moment, more than happy to burst some of his bubbles. Whether oblivious to the sauntering dragon's impending retaliation or entirely too focused on Flora after tossing out the prodding comment, Kaisel doesn't brace for the chilly assault until it's far too late. Gasping like he's just jumped into a frozen lake, stiff as a rod, he leaps back suddenly from the warm blanket of Flora's side and the source of frost smug as snowfall perched at her feet. The hot cocoa still grasped in his hand, part of what made kissing Flora so awkward when he had to mind drinks and pivots, spills gloriously across his arm and splashes hot and steaming against his hand. "Spice!" he hisses through a yelp, exchanging the mug to his other hand and shaking the excess cocoa off before slorping it up with his lips. He deserved it all, he's aware, but he still shoots her a scowl and a defensive, "rude."
This is when his attention lifts suddenly, the slow motion overhead of dark shapes mingling with the bright ribbons of light in the sky causing his mouth to pop open in silent wonder for a moment. That moment doesn't last long. Sucking in a breath so fast its audible and nearly chokes him, he points eagerly skyward. "LOOK!" he exclaims, a different sort of joy leaping forth now. He reaches back to grab the map he'd put in his back pocket, waving it before thumping it across Flora's shoulder in a giddy assault of success. "You did it! You found the starwhales!"
Cold seeps in with cruelty the moment he loses the soft press of her lips, but the rest of them fights it off as they remain wound and sunken into each other's space, exactly where they're meant to be. His arm is still curled around her side, and his grip tightens faintly, a pulse of agreement, as her words settle behind the brush of her fingers. "Even the bad days, the sad days, and the boring days," he murmurs, the list an agreement not a question. Every moment, every part of life, he wants her there. That truth is one he's already come to realize, but it strengthens daily. It's why he's never once questioned the speed with which he intends to put a ring on her hand, or why he's already got one tucked away, made just for her. "All of it. Together." The unrelenting smile he wears winks into his eyes with a shine that seems to have little to do with the electric skies and everything to do with the woman before him. "Ditto," he breathes around the faintest laugh. He feels like he might float away at any moment, the champagne celebration of being so wholly loved by her bubbling up inside him. It escapes as pops of grins and chuckles, or a fizz of touch, unable to hold onto it when all the space he's got has been filled to the brim with pure joy.
Fortunately (?) Spice provides a grounding moment, more than happy to burst some of his bubbles. Whether oblivious to the sauntering dragon's impending retaliation or entirely too focused on Flora after tossing out the prodding comment, Kaisel doesn't brace for the chilly assault until it's far too late. Gasping like he's just jumped into a frozen lake, stiff as a rod, he leaps back suddenly from the warm blanket of Flora's side and the source of frost smug as snowfall perched at her feet. The hot cocoa still grasped in his hand, part of what made kissing Flora so awkward when he had to mind drinks and pivots, spills gloriously across his arm and splashes hot and steaming against his hand. "Spice!" he hisses through a yelp, exchanging the mug to his other hand and shaking the excess cocoa off before slorping it up with his lips. He deserved it all, he's aware, but he still shoots her a scowl and a defensive, "rude."
This is when his attention lifts suddenly, the slow motion overhead of dark shapes mingling with the bright ribbons of light in the sky causing his mouth to pop open in silent wonder for a moment. That moment doesn't last long. Sucking in a breath so fast its audible and nearly chokes him, he points eagerly skyward. "LOOK!" he exclaims, a different sort of joy leaping forth now. He reaches back to grab the map he'd put in his back pocket, waving it before thumping it across Flora's shoulder in a giddy assault of success. "You did it! You found the starwhales!"
Kaisel
I could say forever, but forever ain't long enough
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
